Mata

A delightful, crusty little goblin who has danced a tiny dance from the beginning of time and will do so until the universe implodes into a black swirl of oblivion, smaller than a grain of sand. A mischievous goblin, who will play tricks on all it encounters, either benevolent or deeply evil, depending on if it thinks you’re chill or not. It will get drunk and order more White Castle sliders than any human being could ever consume. It will leak little boogers and then suck them back into it’s nose. It will dance a tiny dance with a little rainbow until the earth turns into dust. Occasionally it also goes by the name Springle as a back-up.

“Mata covered itself in glitter last night and threw up into my shoe.”